bleed between the lines

I look for wit
in the present circumstances
and I only find pain,
a bleeding past spent in vain.

I sometimes find betrayal,
but no one to blame.
How life has reversed the roles,
and actors remain the same.

I sometimes find mistakes
and myself in the center of them.
why I regret now,
why did I cry then?

I look for love
but don't seem to find much.
I wonder if I'll again feel it,
if I'll ever feel a touch.

-T